Emily walked down the hall in hot pants and a minuscule tube-top that almost covered her breasts. She opened the door to her dressing room and noticed Karen's severed head sitting by her mirror. She wasn't surprised. Karen had been missing for a week and it was inevitable that she would not be returned in her entirety.

Emily slumped into the chair and gazed thoughtfully into the calm face of her executed friend. They had starred in a string of successful porn films together; now Emily would have to find a new co-star, hopefully one just as good when it came to girl-on-girl kissing. That is, if she kept her own head for long enough.

Every week brought a new batch of studios and a new set of closures: porn was big business, but very competitive. The rewards were great but the stakes were high. By now most of the many porn companies had thrown the law to the wind and began resorting to all manner of dirty tricks to scupper their rivals, and the most crippling blow was to kidnap the hottest star of another studio.

But Karen was not the hottest star in Honeysuck Studios; she was not even the hottest star in her double-act with Emily. She was kidnapped and beheaded primarily as a warning to Honeysuck not to interfere in the rival studio's business. The rival had almost certainly used her in a snuff film to earn a little cash on the side, but that was about it for Karen's career.

This had been going on for some years now. Most companies had simply made the best of a bad thing by mounting the severed heads of their former stars on walls; any studio worth its salt had a hallway somewhere with rows upon rows of gorgeous heads. A kind of Hollywood walk-of-fame of the porn world.

The door was ajar, and Karen's pretty severed head caught the eye of Victoria Honeysuck as she was passing. As her name and implants testified Victoria was - like most of the porn moguls - once a porn star herself. Old habits die hard: her business suit was open to the stomach while her skirt ended two inches under her vadge. She walked up behind Emily and folded her arms.

"Well, that's the end of Karen," she said. Emily slowly nodded. "First BJ Katherine ended up headless, now Karen Tittyfuck."

Victoria picked up the note left behind the heavily made-up head. "Busty Enterprises," she murmured. "They think we'll be too scared to compete with them now. That we'll just make B-movies for foot fetishists while they grab all the mainstream glory."

Emily looked up. "Will we?"

Victoria stroked Emily's head reassuringly.

"Not a chance. They start taking our heads, we start taking their heads."

Emily smiled knowingly and pulled open the drawer under her mirror. Inside was a razor-sharp katana.


* * *

The receptionist sat at her desk in the lobby of the Busty Enterprises headquarters. To fit the general theme, she wore a miniskirt and a crop top that showed a bit of underboob. She looked up smiling as she heard two people enter, and was surprised to see that both were carrying swords. A few seconds later her head was lying on the desk and her neck was spouting blood.

"Was that necessary?" asked Victoria. "She was only a receptionist, we won't intimidate them with her head."

Emily smiled and shrugged slightly. "I guess I always wanted to be involved in snuff someday."

Emily and Victoria marched through the main corridor of the building. Heads were mounted on wall, but only a few were Busty's own porn stars: not many studios had the guts to challenge them. Most of the heads were actually trophies, once adorning the necks of business rivals. Victoria's eyes widened as she recognised several women she had once competed with herself.

Finally, they came to the entrance of a dressing room and walked in. Inside were three of Busty's C-listers: Cassandra Cleavage, Fiona Fulltop and Lizzy Lube. Their eye widened at the sight of the two unfamiliar and heavily-armed women entering their private quarters while they were still getting dressed.

Emily quickly swung her sword and sliced off Cassandra's head. It bounced onto the clean pink floor while the star's lingerie-clad body collapsed against the desk, spraying blood over the mirror. At the same time Victoria had swiftly decapitated Fiona; Lizzy, who had been in the process of pulling her miniskirt on, let it slide to the ground as she raised her hands and screamed. Both swordswomen took a move to silence her, but it was Emily who successfully lopped off her head.

"They took two of our heads, we took three of theirs", remarked Victoria. "Off to a good start."

The two women walked out of the room and continued down the corridor, passing a the heads that would doubtless soon be joined by three newcomers.

Owena Overload stood watching the hallways from the CCTV room after being alerted to the receptionist's death. The CEO of Busty Enterprises, she had climbed to the top of the company on the popularity of her breasts - the largest in the world. Each one was three times the size of her head, and her saucy red gown did about as good a job of covering them as you'd expect. She pouted her callogen-filled lips.

"Victoria Honeysuck," she murmured. "I never thought she'd have the nerve." So saying, she stormed out.

In the meantime Emily and Victoria had reached the next dressing room. Only one star was inside, but she was a real prize: Melanie Midriff, one of Busty's biggest names. Once a pop star, she had jumped boats after it had become apparent that her fans were attracted less to her singing and more to her stomach; it was long, slender, and the abs were as firm and toned as an athlete's. Back in her days in music videos she had perfected a range of costumes that displayed it to full effect: tops that ended a fraction of an inch under her breasts, shorts that only needed to slip a millimetre or two before revealing her shaved pubic mound.

Unlike the last three girls she was currently fully dressed - as much as she ever was, that is, with her tiny white crop top and cut-off jean shorts - and was putting on make-up. She spun round after seeing her visitors in the mirror. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted, her award-winning stomach expanding and contracting as she breathed quickly in her shock. Victoria swung her sword.

Melanie raised her arms to shield her neck, but this reflex occurred too late - by the time her hands were raised they were reaching for a bloody stump. Her head was rolling on the floor, mauve eyelids fluttering wildly. The body slowly slid to the ground as it disgorged the last few pints of blood.

"That is one hell of a body", remarked Emily. "We'll have to collect it on the way back. Have it preserved, use it as a prop."

Victoria smiled. "Yeah, the decap fans are a market we've never tapped into yet."

The left the room, and found themselves cornered. Security had arrived.

Like many other porn companies, Busty Enterprises had a division specialising in heavy-set women. A lot of viewers preferred buff women, and female bodybuilders were in demand. It was common practice to kill two birds with one stone by employing the same muscle-bound girls as bouncers, ready to boot overeager fans out of the studios. With porn star decapitations on the rise these security guards now faced tougher jobs, and many carried guns.

Not Busty's guards. Doubtless these women also carried out the executions of rivals, and so the three bikini-clad women who cornered Emily and Victoria in the corridor had katanas of their own.

Hearts pounding, the Honeysuck assassins leapt at their opponents. Guards swung at them, but were too slow and missed their ducking targets. Emily managed a desperate swing and struck off one butch chick's head. The other two stepped back in surprise, and this cost them their heads. Emily and Victoria stepped over the chunky corpses an carried on their way.

Owena clenched her pearly teeth as she watched the scene on the CCTV monitor. She stormed over to the intercom, her breasts bouncing wildly as she did so.

"All security personnel to my office!" she yelled.

By this time Victoria and Emily had already decapitated four more porn stars who were giggling together in a dressing room. Eventually, after chopping off a few more heads along the way, they reached their destination: the CEO's office. They opened the door.

The room was made of pink marble, with two fountains of white liquid and various statues of well-endowed nymphs; a few headless bodies, preserved and standing upright in erotic poses, also adorned the room. In the centre was a heavily-padded pink throne, on which sat Owena Overload herself. An in front of her were a dozen or so butch swordswomen in black miniskirts and bikini tops.

Owena smiled. She was excited, as the erect nipples protruding from under her dress demonstrated.

"I knew it was me you were after," she said.

The well-muscled sluts immediately set upon the intruders. But Emily and Victoria were by now well-practiced; both swung their swords and hit their targets. Victoria managed to cut off two heads at one stroke.

The Honeysuck girls backed out of the door and let the vicious guards funnel through. There were some near scrapes but Victoria and Emily were the superior swordswomen. Eventually only three guards still had their heads; they stood nervously in the centre of the room. Victoria leapt forwards and beheaded all three in one go.

Suddenly Owena did a somersault and landed behind Victoria, her enormous breasts bouncing madly. Emily's jaw dropped - Owena had been hiding a sword under that skimpy dress.

"Look out!" cried Emily, but it was too late. Owena had swung, and hit.

Victoria fell to the ground and began convulsing in her skimpy business suit as blood emptied out of her stump, her barely-contained tits shaking almost as much as Owena's did as she marched over to Emily.

Emily raised her sword and swung. It hit Owena's blade. Owena pulled back and delivered another blow. Emily blocked it. Tears in her eyes, Emily filled her lungs and yelled, putting all of her strength into a final blow. Owena tried to block but was far too slow. Her head was removed neatly.

Emily wiped her forehead, breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as she watched the result. Owena's body was quivering so much that her dress had slipped down to her waist, and her breasts were now jiggling away like pink waterbeds hooked up to a vibrator. Finally, she stopped.

Owena's head was duly mounted in the lobby of Honeysuck Studios, a company that had been willed by its deceased founder to her close friend, Emily. Victoria's was mounted on the opposite wall, with an ornate golden plaque behind it.

Honeysuck Studios went from strength to strength. What was left of Busty was bought up, and Emily found time to appear in a few more films, even appearing alongside Owena, Melanie and Victoria in a niche hit entitled "Foursome with the Headless Girls".

By now the studio's actresses were safe from beheading, but deep down Emily wished that another threat would be made. She enjoyed the excitement of her and Victoria's raid on Busty, and promised herself that, should another company pull the same stunt, not a single female employee would keep her head.

And so her face split into a warm, delighted smile when, one day, she walked into her office and found the severed head of Dildoqueen Delilah and a threatening card from Slutsplosion Studios.